The final chorus swelled. Antoaneta’s voice hit a high, vibrato note that seemed to hang in the air like a bird. Elena opened her eyes. The sun was setting over the valley, painting the hills in shades of copper and violet.

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The scene shifted. Now she was standing in the doorway of her small stone house, holding her first child. The smell of fresh bread was in the air, and the sound of the wind in the plum trees felt like a symphony. She remembered thinking then that she had all the time in the world. She thought the "moments" were infinite, like grains of sand on a beach.

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But the song changed key, turning more reflective, more somber. Elena remembered the gray years—the seasons of toil, the empty chair at the table after Ion passed, the way her children grew up and moved to the bright lights of Bucharest and beyond.